Clubbing the night away

Lou turned to Vyki with a serious look on his face. Vyki was getting lost in his soft eyes as he said, “Vyki, I know you’ve been a little apprehensive about being out in strange crowds. There are some other Haunted Houses around, or there was a hay ride, or we go chill back at your place…”

Vyki as all set to agree with whatever he wanted when Mandy chimed in “oh, now it’s ‘Vyki’, huh? Not reminding her of the fun ‘baby doll’ or the hot & sexy ‘princess’?”

This pulled Vyki’s limited focus to Mandy as she continued. “You’re a nice guy and all, Lou, but she deserves to go out and be seen. Not just in another stupid attraction. And she is a *_princess_* not on some dusty hay ride. Don’t be an evil step daddy, let princess slut enjoy the kinky ball.”

Vyki find her energy infectious and even giggled at her referencing the securely version of the wrong princess story. “She’s right, Daddy, I am princess and I deserve a ball,” Vyki continued with a giggle and continued with the haughty energy turning to Lou, “to the ball,” closing with a clap.

Lou was worried Mandy was manipulating her into a position Vyki (and especially Paul) wouldn’t be comfortable in. “Careful, Princess,” Mandy cautioned seeing the during look on Lou’s face. “Don’t forget, a princess’s Daddy is king.”

Vyki realized that ‘ordering’ him may have been the wrong tact so she tried what she’d seen many a girls do in the past. Dropping her head down to look up at Lou through her eyelashes, she let out a pout and said, “please, Daddy, can I go to the ball? I’ll be a _good girl_.” She tried pressing her hips into him with the last few words.

She really seemed to want this and the displayed learned over decades of observed manipulation was effective at disarming him. “Ok”

Vyki literally jumped up and down in her heels clapping & giggling so proud of herself for doing it right. Mandy just hoped she would repeat that at the club for Lou so they could see what slut wears for a nice guy like Lou. Maybe some of them would stop being such jerks.

She then hopped over to him to plant a big thank you kiss on his cheek. However, Lou couldn’t help but keep watching her and she ended up landing on his lips as his head turned. Lost in her enthusiasm, Lou again renewed the enjoyable make out session and pulled her in tight.

Mandy again doused water on the energetic couple and chimed in “save it for the dance floor, hussy. You two need to get going.”

“oh, ya,” Lou remembered there was a whole slew of activities they had planned. Picking up the shopping, Lou headed to open the door for them.

Before she could follow him, Mandy pulled Vyki close for a quick cautionary warning whisper, “Lou is a really nice guy and you seem to make him happy, but by God if I find out you’ve been using him for his generosity and you don’t put out and show him a good time, I’ll find you and cut out that cunt between your thighs myself.” She then pulled back with a wild eyed smiled and announced, “you two crazy kids have fun! do whatever comes naturally to a hunk and a slut!”

Vyki in a daze followed Lou out the store to get away from the scary lady. Lou caught her apprehension and comforted her after putting the bags safely in the van. “Don’t worry about Mandy. She is just a little crass; she doesn’t mean anything by it. The girls from the clubs say they trust he emphatically.”

Lot then pulled her into another kiss. Vyki couldn’t help but look to the store and see a silhouette of Mandy holding a knife Michael Eyes would be envious of. Vyki then wrapped her arms around Lou’s neck and tried to give him a very impassioned kiss. However, before long they were both lost in the heat of the moment, but Lou found the strength to pull away as his hand had followed her bare skin to the waist band of her thong; he realized she had not sensed the minuscule skirt had gone up that far and they should stop before she went further than would want to. “Let’s get this girl to the party,” he said as he opened her car door.

Her head all awash in a myriad of chemicals and hormones, Vyki responded with an “ok, Daddy,” and plopped into her seat. Feeling her bare ass on the cold seat after he closed the door, she tried to smooth the tiny skirt under her, but couldn’t do much before he got in. She chided herself for not fixing her skirt like a lady as she sat down, but figured he wouldn’t notice whole they drove and just buckled up.

Lou proceeded to describe the crowd to expect at the club. It was myriad assortment of eclectic interests with probably all sorts of kinks and alt lifestyles represented. He proceeded to name off several, but Vyki was having such a hard time focusing she was just glad to hear she wouldn’t be the oddest person there and would likely be able to blend into the background. She spent most of her time just trying to make sure the hem of her dress didn’t ride up too much but was broken out of her distraction when she felt Lou’s hand on her upper thigh. “You okay, baby girl?” he asked.

Vyki jumped a bit out of her sit, “oh, ya, sorry just, um, zoned out.”

“Oh, well. We’re here,” Lou commented inadvertently rubbing her thigh before taking notice of how soft and smooth it was, before pulling his hand back as he felt the lace of her petticoat. “You sure you’re up for this?”

Part of Vyki worried if this was a step too far. Looking up at the bright neon sign “Miss Phit’s” with the anthropomorphized cat next to it, she began to process if this was a step too far or find something else to do...